As the day started to wind down, Sage was hoping to be chained to a comfy bed to get some rest. Lucky for her, the night was still young and there were plenty of hours of torment to go. With her nipples still throbbing from her earlier predicament, she was strapped into the restraint bed with string tied to her nipples and secured to her fingers. The moment she lost focus or relaxed her grip, a jolt of pain from her nipples being pulled quickly forced her arms right back up.  
As Sugar was hunting for something kinky to get tied up in, she got sidetracked by a pair of ballet boots that fit her perfectly. Clad in only her panties, she laced them up and admired the look, but a realization quickly set in: she couldn't stand, let alone pick out the rest of her outfit. Watching her struggle to find her balance in the towering boots, I knew this was an opportunity far too delicious to pass up. Besides, the combination of skimpy panties and ballet boots wasn't going to get any complaints from me. 
Only two days after giving me the keys to her belt, Unique was at my door asking for them back. She had been adamant that she didn't want the keys until New Year's at the earliest. She said the denial was just too much for her and had assumed she would be able to find a way to orgasm if needed. While empathetic to her plight, I wouldn't be much of a keyholder if I just gave her the keys back. Instead, I offered Unique a challenge. If she could escape a bit of bondage where she had access to the keys, including those to her belt, she could free herself. Failure to escape might have its own consequences, but there was no need to worry about that. If she was as desperate as she let on, she would easily escape. 
Visiting for the first time, Kat was overwhelmed by the amount of toys, restraints, and stacks of raw materials. After all, outside of a shipping department, it is not every day you see a floor-to-ceiling shelf full of pallet and plastic wrap. Realizing what it was for, she got excited and pleaded to be mummified. In spite of her love of bondage, she had never managed to get herself mummified before. Who was I to deny her request? 
Over a year ago, Brat had locked herself up with a MagBound magnet against a wall. After setting her release timer incorrectly, she was stuck for hours until the battery finally ran out. Since then, she'd become convinced she knew how to escape one if given the chance. Sensing a challenge, I set a pair up against the wall with a few extra elements in case she had plans to cheat. Brats will be brats, after all. |
